This is a song about "Dropped drink on my shirt"

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

That we picked up at the last concert

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

Can barely walk the city streets

Bullets hit my organs, i started coughing 'n' dropped

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

So i dropped your genitals on the lead plateau.

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

I thought you was finished when i dropped my last battle on you

Imma be an atom bomb dropped on nagasaki

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

So before i dropped to the ground and fell on knees